“You did what?” is the first thing out of people’s mouth when I tell them I just moved from Maui. It’s not surprising to me. That’s the same response I heard from people when I told them I was moving to Maui 25 years ago.
I’ve never been a person who let’s another person’s doubts or uncertainties influence my decisions. For good or bad – once I make up my mind there’s no turning back. Luckily for me, the results have been mostly good.
Growing up in Seattle, I longed for sunshine and warm weather. So at the age of twenty-five, with two suitcases, a one-way ticket and a prayer, I made the move to Maui, Hawaii. As scary as it was to leave my home, my family, my friends, the excitement of starting a new chapter of my life in a new exotic location resonated over any fear.
For 25 years I lived a happy life of an island girl. It was a life filled with good times, and some bad; success, and some failure; love, and some loss. I bought a house and made a home, grew a successful writing business, and enjoyed every part of this beautiful island.
As the years passed however, I began to feel the longing again. Longing for new surroundings, longing for weather, for seasons, for mountains, for family, for a change.
This year, I will turn 50 so I decided to make the move before I get too much older or too fragile. I quit my job, I sold my house and all my belongings, I shipped my truck to the mainland and bought a camper to live in as I travel around.
Basically, I left as I came – with a one-way ticket and two suitcases.
Homeless and hopeful, this blog is not only the story of my travels, but also the story of me as I begin the half-century milestone.
With a camper and some change, I begin the search for a new home in the unknown.